In a field of spider lilies, you come across a young woman…she’s sitting at a metal table by herself…teacups set up on it. She seems to be daydreaming, but past that innocent facade…seems to lie something more sinister..and yet, it lures you to sit with her just to see; just how far can you push her?

Then, suddenly, you find her staring straight at you, deep into your soul. Her stare feels like a cold dagger…laced with toxin.*

“Well? Are you just going to stand there? Sit.”